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Ian McMillan: The silence of the Yorkshire pudding batter...
As 2015 dawned, a few weeks ago, I decided that I needed a new hobby to keep me occupied when I’m not strolling about thinking poetic thoughts. So I decided that in an increasingly noisy world I’d start collecting silences. They’re quite hard to come by, but if you listen hard enough you can hear them. Or not hear them, which is more to the point. I’ve narrowed my search down, too; I’m not just after any old silences from anywhere, I’m collecting Yorkshire Silences, because like anything Yorkshire they’re the best. I’m going to stick them in an album marked Eee By Shush. It might be an unexpected best seller next Christmas.
Let me share a few with you now. Quietly, of course. Keep the paper still.
 
 

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